Hourglass

This is really self reflective. And the reason I called it hourglass is because I couldn't think of a better shape to describe my life. I feel like my life is a grain of sand being pushed towards that middle point, and every other option is being shoved behind me or falling in front of me and the closer I get, the less possible it is for me to change my mind, but after I pass that chokepoint all of my options are open. Mais, c'est la vie. Choix.

May become chaptered, may not.